I've got the feeling that we're going under
I need a halt, stop, shatters of glass
back in my mind I could feel the rapture
they've got a list and they can hear you laugh
I've got a hole in my side and the [bad word] headless roaming, sitting seedless in my maze

biting all my time, [bad word] control
wait for the radio to take me home

hey little [bad word] and suck the pavement
black cough drops and blasphemy
needles and holes say you don't need to love me
unless mistaken for a prodigy
I've got a hole in my face and the [bad word] headless roaming, sitting seedless in my maze

biting all my time, [bad word] control
wait for the radio to take me home

biting all my time, [bad word] control
wait for the radio to take me home